Category Archives: Tips And Stories

Seduction of a Royal Guard

Almost a week after Elanor’s disciplinary visit to the place when another knock sounded on the great door of the Elven Temple. Whomever would have answered the door would’ve seen a young man in his early twenties, lean and tan with dark hair peeking out of his long, hooded brown robe and jade green eyes. “I am here to see Lady Horne,” he announced after being asked as to what end brought

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The Grimoire – Part 4 – Josephine

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking of my experiences over the last six months; Uncle Darcy being pronounced dead, the reading of the will, and his legacy to me, an old leather-bound book. The discovery of Agnes, my witch within the magic of its pages and the unbelievable sexual chemistry that had established itself instantaneously between us. I felt Agnes stir, and her leg

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The Tree of Life

Mulberry trees (Morus spp.) are a species that are gender fluid-they may first be male, then female, then change back again. You can find individual mulberry trees that are dioecious-with only male flowers or only female flowers. But right next to such a tree might be a monoecious specimen, bearing both male or female flowers. And to add another veil of intrigue, sometimes

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Love Remembers

You are my rock  You are my safe place  You calm the chaos  With just a simple touch  I’m your gentle place  Your soft place  Where you can be  You without guarding your heart  Love remembers  The touch of a lover  The sweet gentle kiss  The long good night kiss  The passion we share before we  Fall asleep all tangled up in the sheets  

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Rush Hour Rush

It’s only past seven in the evening and still already pitch dark outside the car. The headlights illuminate the fat raindrops that hurl themselves horizontally at the windshield. He is on the autobahn going barely 50 mph in the middle lane and it still looks like Chewie just punched it. Fall season in Germany is goddamn dreary. The streets are packed today. It’s rush hour, but no

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Hot Time in Biloxi-Lusting for the Construction Manager-Part 2

Hi, my name is Tammy and you already know I am the Construction Manager that Mike lusted after. He has told his story up to the wild night we spent together before he left Biloxi. Now it is my turn to carry on the story since Mike seems to have no interest in doing so. In fact, since he ‘got’ what he wanted he has lost interest. Yeah, I know it is partially my fault because I rather

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Leaving Raddling Close, Part 9 of 9

The end of the ‘Goodbye Weekend’ was to be a late-night visit. Rita’s shift at the pub finished at ten-thirty and she would be with them before eleven. It was the only time she could make. Rita had a trim figure except for her all-natural, thirty-eight DD breasts, breasts that were always made more prominent by the bras she wore, and generally well displayed in a low-cut, tight, leopard-

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My Boss Turned Me Gay For Pay

This all started when I was nineteen years old and a year removed from high school. I had a girlfriend named Brianna. I was not ready to go to college full time and I lived with my mom in a two bedroom apartment and finances were tight. My dad had passed away a few years before. My girlfriend was twenty-one and a Certified Nursing Assistant and convinced me to become a CNA. I guess you could

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His Sister's Eyes chapter seven

It’s all a bit blurred now, as I said we were both quite drunk. But I do remember us getting into bed and me pulling the black lacy panties down over her hips. I also remember that she was hot, pushing her hips up to my face even as I pulled the panties off over her ankles. I vaguely remember her telling me to turn round and the feel of her lips as they surrounded my penis, the aroma of

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Pictures from the past

“I must’ve been fucking insane,” I cussed, staring around the cavernous attic. “Why did I sign up for this?”  “This” was cleaning out my deceased mother’s house. Large, traditional, and draughty, she’d bequeathed it to me. But, being a city girl, I’d decided to sell this country dwelling. After a morning of hard graft, broken fingernails, and filling a gigantic skip, what used to be my

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